A blue dog revival

 Said he might levitate the birds his way and his time
In the corner of an eastside London delapidated flat
Where stale smoke, mould the marks of crime
have taken their toll on the carpet and walls

His venture was to capture the sky
when the clouds were at slumber
and moon and sun were distracted by the other planets
To obtain that blue

He´d gravitate toward a world at war
bursts of laughter drowned out by the volleys and blasts
waspy bullets crackling through wooden doors
willing for the invitation

in that corner of the delapidated flat
Some wonderful dream of existance
surreal seventies wall paper peeled off to form a smile
Dialing a joke on the grabber

The old curved landline phone squawking like a bird perturbed
Knowing the dank streets sight smell and touch
Conspiring with those powerline pigeons to steal a bit of the blue
before the fog and bombs and commie logs came marching through
smoke and flames pouring off them for as long as the conflict sparks

He´d gravitate to a regime that would set up these people
who have no will of their own
queuing for their own shame
buying their debt for the next decade
dressed in blue

The inefficient dogmas of the day smelted in the pot 
yielding no gold
All to the blue as the castle is reinvented
all these plagues all of this speculation
not a net or a weapon
Just those dying carcasses of last century´s empires